“For crying out loud! I really can’t believe it. Wine that’s aged 400 years! The brewer, using the most special magic in the world, a magic spell developed specifically for the purpose of preserving wine, would recast the spell every half month. This wine that was preserved through several generations just to barely become the finished product that it is now! For you to throw this wine that isn’t even released in the markets, and only gifted to individuals that the archduke of Fire Spring personally judges to be the most noble and beautiful! To throw it like some son of a bitch! You bastard aren’t even worth the same as the dirt on a crow’s talon!”
I nodded my head.
“I became more certain of how severe of a drunkard you are.”
“I’m not a drunkard. I simply love to drink, you half-wit moron!”
While grinding her teeth, Barbatos looked down at the glass bottle. A black magical energy flowed out from her hands. She must have been checking if the wine was genuine or not through magic.
“!?”
Barbatos let out a gasp.
Her expression became as slim as the face in Edvard Munch’s .
“Y-You…… If this isn’t the real thing, then really, I won’t leave you alone for the crime of deceiving……”
“I’ll let you have the first sip.”
“—!”
Barbatos hiccupped.
“But the very first sip…… t-tastes the best, you know?”
“That’s why I’m letting you have it.”
I gave her a big smile.
To her right now, I was an angel.
I probably appeared as radiant as a saint who had received word from the Gods.
“Are we not friends, Barbatos?”
“Dantalian……”
Barbatos gazed this way with touched eyes.
“You might be a son of a bitch, but you’re a really good son of a bitch.”
“……Although I’m considerably distressed on whether to take that as a compliment or not, but for the sake of politeness, I’ll receive it as a compliment.”
“T-This is not the time for that. Wine glass. Where did I leave my wine glass!?”
Barbatos swung her arm around frantically. Once she did, the glass cup that was rolling around on the carpet floor floated right into her hand. Barbatos gulped.
“G-Good, Balleleunium 1101. Show me the scent of your sensual skin.”
“Though I think the thing that’s sensual isn’t the wine, but the inside of your head……”
“Shut up.”
Barbatos started chanting a spell. I can guarantee that out of all the magic spells I’ve witnessed up until now, this was the most inspiring out of them all. The reason behind this was because this was really an absolutely useless spell. This magic, as a cork-remover-spell, was being chanted by Barbatos purely for the sake of removing the cork. As she muttered the incantation of the spell, the cork slowly inched upwards, until finally, with a ‘pop’ the cork shot out.
Barbatos brought the opening of the bottle to the end of her nose and inhaled.
“……”
Ah. That was the face of someone who had lost their mind.
It was like her consciousness had soared off 500 meters into the sky.
Despite not having even tasted the alcohol, Barbatos’ face was already enveloped in bliss.
“S-So Heaven does exist.”
“As the very person who had gifted that to you, I’m quite happy that you’re so pleased by the smell alone. Go ahead and drink it now.”
“Drink? This……?”
Barbatos started to tremble with the wine bottle and glass cup in her hands.
“Dantalian, you don’t know the value of this item. How could you drink a treasure? You don’t drink treasures. You aren’t supposed to……”
“I thought you said you liked alcohol. The greatest alcohol is right there. Are you still not going to drink it?”
“Keuuk……!”
Barbatos distorted her face in despair.
“What contradiction is this? Because I love alcohol more than anyone else, I desire for the Balleleunium. But because I love alcohol more than anyone else, even more so, I cannot drink the Balleleunium! A paradox! An agony! Is this what life was……!?”
A little further and she’d discover the truth of the universe.
Her highness Barbatos’ charisma was crumbling because of a single bottle of wine.
“Give it here. I’ll just pour it myself.”
“O-Okay.”
Barbatos obediently passed the glass bottle to me.
Following drinking etiquette, I courteously poured the wine with one arm. With a very nervous complexion, Barbatos watched the glass cup be filled with the scarlet liquid. I seriously thought she’d have me executed if I spilled a single